𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 | 𝐌.𝐑

𝟐𝟗 - 𝐍𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲

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(SLIGHT SMUT WARNING!)

ELEANOR WOKE UP TO THE SOFT LIGHT OF THE MORNING FILTERING THROUGH THE CURTAINS THAT HAD BEEN CLOSED SLIGHTLY, THE SMALL GAP LETTING THE SUN CAST A WARM HAZE ACROSS THE ROOM. As she turned her head, she found Mattheo beside her, still asleep. His face looked peaceful, almost angelic, a stark contrast to the chaos that had unfolded the night before. She couldn't help but smile slightly, feeling a deep sense of gratitude for his presence. She reached out, gently holding his face, her thumb lightly brushing against his cheek.

Mattheo's eyes fluttered open at her touch, a sleepy smile spreading across his lips. "Morning, love," he murmured, his voice raspy from sleep.

"Good morning," Eleanor replied softly, her voice filled with a mix of emotions.

Mattheo stretched as he lay on the bed. "How did you sleep?" he asked, his eyes filled with concern.

"Yeah, I'm okay," Eleanor said, though the grief still weighed heavily on her.

Mattheo gave her a sympathetic look, understanding the unspoken pain. "It'll get easier," he assured her gently.

"I know," Eleanor sighed. She missed Hogwarts, missed Tessa, missed Harry and the others. But she couldn't go back now. She was now bound to Voldemort's world, even if it was just a façade. Yet, she needed to remind herself that she was doing this for Mattheo. Her love for him was stronger than anything else.

Mattheo got out of bed, wearing only his boxers. He stretched again, his muscles rippling under his tanned skin as he walked over to the en suite bathroom. Eleanor couldn't help but admire his toned body, her eyes tracing over the scars that marked him. She hoped Voldemort wouldn't leave similar marks on her.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the shower starting. Mattheo poked his head around the bathroom door, a smirk on his face. "Want to join me?" he asked, his eyes twinkling mischievously.

Eleanor smiled slightly and nodded. She got out of bed and made her way to the bathroom. She stood before the steamy bathroom mirror, her reflection blurred by condensation, as Mattheo watched her with an intensity that made her heart race. She could feel his eyes tracing the curves of her body, his gaze lingering on every contour as she slowly peeled off her clothes, revealing herself to him.

Her skin tingled with anticipation as Mattheo stepped closer, his presence radiating warmth and desire. He reached out, his touch feather-light yet electric, sending a thrill through her entire being. His fingers brushed against her cheek, tracing a path down her neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

Without a word, they stepped into the shower together, the hot water cascading over them like a gentle rain. Mattheo's hands were gentle yet firm as they moved over her body, washing away the remnants of fear and sorrow. His touch was electrifying, sending shivers down her spine. Eleanor closed her eyes, leaning into him, feeling the heat of his body mingling with the steam.

He took the soap and began to wash her, his hands moving slowly, savoring every inch of her skin. Eleanor felt her heart race, her breath hitching as his fingers traced along her curves. She responded in kind, her hands gliding over his chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath her fingers. The intimacy of the moment, the warmth of his body against hers, made her forget the chaos outside the room. Mattheo pulled her close, his strong arms wrapping around her waist, drawing her into an embrace that felt like coming home. Eleanor melted against him, her hands finding their way to the back of his neck, fingers tangling in his damp hair.